...SOUND

Well if I die, I prolly wouldn't make the newspaper I keep score, get hot, you fools thought I was fugazi Booze got my do crazy Dues payin' make my two cents worth two shits So my bones remain lazing and the Day ones they been staying maintaining New guys could make the cut, they just gotta stay training Every day I push weight, my vein's pop they stay straining Since I was one five and pushed eighths in sunshine or rain Since he was 15, yeah, it made him mobile Do 16's to the bass and poppin at least it's local Hundreds to the spot, they fuckin' up with my vocals Til' 24's under us and my rims they be goin' loco Yeah, I'm just here to cure the frowns And make 'em oh to 16's like the fuckin' Cleveland Browns I concentrate bars and I concentrate bounce If you ask me why I do it know I do it for the sound If I die tomorrow at least I did it today Breath smells like Bombay and decay So bombs away Fast lane to pain, yeah it gets so insane Just piece it all together got no time to explain Just tryna scorch your throat until nothin' remains I'm the tonsil remover just lookin' for a brain to invade The ear intruder runnin' off fumes and gatorade Now I'm catchin' my breath, ain't got no time to respirate So take a deep one and try to let it out Go ahead and wipe the blood from off of your frown I make your earholes bleed with everything from my mouth And then I verbalize lines try and fit em up your snout Huh, it's just the uppers and the downs Can't believe I made it out with my cap and a gown I conjugate verbs and annunciate nouns And if you ask my why I do it, know I do it for the sound And if you ask my why I do it, know I do it for the sound And if you ask my why I do it, know I do it for the sound